On an island laid with gemstones, there were originally eight tall towers with various shapes and sizes on this land.
Seven of the tall towers each had 32 Chanters kneeling down and chanting softly.
Every 32 Chanters had one Lead Chanter whose left hand would be flipping through a cardinal canon that belonged to the respective tower, while the right hand would be brandishing intoxication.
However, at one of the towers, the 32 Chanters and the Lead Chanter had stopped chanting, and they were standing up. Right now, the tower had already lifted off the ground and was suspended in midair.
Inside the tower, there was a giant throne made up of all sorts of strange bones, and there was a giant bizarre flesh sphere there.
Not far away below the throne, a short-haired young lady with vacant eyes was slowly shaking her head.